The pure black wolf stalked through the shadows of the canyon. He didn't want to be there, though, hidden. He honestly didn't care, yet was incredibly relieved when he finally stepped into sunlight.
He was an unusually marked wolf, with a light silver star on his forehead, and faint dots along his back. The most unique mark on him was upon his chest. He wore it with sheer pride. It was a bright, stand-out silver shape, in the form of a crescent moon. That's what he was named after, specifically.

Sighing, the black brute halted on the edge of a ledge and sat there, bright and icy-hued blue eyes staring out across the landscape. Well, he was here. A pitch black arctic wolf, with barely anything to prove his breed, here in a completely unknown valley. He'de just have to get used to it. Lowering down onto his belly, he shivered a bit and rested his dial on his forelegs. Now he could rest, at least. From that long, tiring trek.
His eyelids began to easily slip down over his eyes, making it appear as if he didn't have eyes at all, as he almost immedietly drifted off to sleep.

Another black brute followed behind Krescent, though the pursuit was unintentional. Tyrant was wanting the same ledge that Krescent had taken. Always right before I get there He moaned and scuffled to a ledge only ten feet away. Lowering his over sized frame onto the rock and letting out a pleasant groan as the weight was taken off his paws and dispersed along the ground.

Tyrant was much bigger than most wolves. Weighing in at 180, he was one of the largest to be born in the land. Other than a few of his younger and more recent relatives, he was one of Vicious' larger children, and the largest child Fallen had had. His coat was sleek black like his mother, his eyes the same blood red. The only thing that really related him to his father was the grizzled stripe crawling down along his back and hocks, and caped over the top of his tail. His build was also the accent of his father; but if one was new to the valley, how easily would news of Vicious be to obtain?

The wind blew across the canyon, sweeping the trees below into a rippling wave of brown limbs. Tyrant opened his eyes and smiled at the scene then spoke to the brute as if they had been introduced, "A beautiful sight isn't it? I can't wait for summer." His words loomed in the air for a second before he gave a rather loud sigh. "So many things wrong in the world it's annoying." With that he curled into a tight ball, letting his head tuck near his belly, protected by rather short and stumpy, yet strong limbs. Crimson orbs hid well with his position.